Title: A Million Blinking Promises (That It'll All Be Okay)
Author: Girl Who Writes
Word Count: 275
Genre: Angst, Romance
Summary: She is like an epiphany, the second he catches her scent, and all of his senses flare, to try and capture, preserve, the moment before him. In 1948, Alice finds Jasper, and Jasper finds Alice.
Notes: Second fic! This one is made up of 275 word chapters surrounding the days after Jasper and Alice meet, written to the gorgeous poem 'Give Me the Sun and I'll Throw It Back At You' by S Mardon, which can be found on tumblr. Initially intended for lj community 31_days, I sadly missed the deadline. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for reading! Next chapter should be posted Thursday evening.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer; I make no profit from this fan-based venture.
A million blinking promises that it'll all be okay
He goes into the diner because it is raining and he is thirsty. He can see the waitress, the cook and two patrons through the rain-splattered window.
And that is why he goes in, his conscience heavy for what he is about to do, his shoulders stooped in wait of the terror and grief that he will absorb from their deaths. But the thirst.
He starves himself, he goes mad.
He feeds, they send him mad.
He tries to walk the slim line of sanity in this life, but either way he is doomed to this suffering, to an endless line of ghosts, their voices breaking as they beg for him to spare them.
And then there is her.
She is like an epiphany, the second he catches her scent, and all of his senses flare, to try and capture, preserve, the moment before him – the worn blue floral dress she wears, caught on her thin knee; the sleeves of her coat falling over her hands. The loose thread hanging from a button on her gloves.
The black hair curling haphazardly around her face, the red-pink lipstick she has painted her lips with, her enormous tea-rose orange eyes framed by delicate eyelashes.
He has seen hundreds of female vampires, and they are beautiful. The best possible vision of themselves. But this tiny woman is enchanting, intoxicating, exquisite.
If he had to describe how she feels, it would be… it would be golden light, warm and welcoming. Soft and gentle, but stronger than iron. The fizz of champagne bubbles, the light of stars in wide-open country.
So when she offers, he takes her hand.